Chapter 128： President Ba's Black Heart 36

Chapter 128 President Ba's Black-hearted Liver 36

Sun Heya is in pain all over his body.

At this time, I couldn't hit and hit, so I could only call Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan has arrived at the parking lot by now.

As soon as I parked the car, Sun Heya cried and said: "Mom, Wen Ling, she pushed all your garden, Hua Quan died."

Jiang Lan shook his heart, and the next second, the anger went to the sky.

In Jiang Lan's eyes, he was just a small-minded person who couldn't stand on the table, and he dared to move his own things.

Jiang Lan was so angry that he stepped on his high heels, and almost rushed back home, rushing to the backyard.

Then I saw that most of the backyard had been pushed out.

"Wen Ling, you little bitch." Jiang Lan was so angry that he passed directly at Wen Ling.

rushed over, without looking at anything carefully, and wanted to lose Wen Ling's slap when he waved his hand.

"Jiang Lan." As a result, at this moment, Sun Chengyi was beside him and snorted coldly.

Jiang Lan is no stranger to this voice.

Before she entered the gate of Sun's house, she often listened to this voice, and then educate Sun Chenger.

is this person, defeat him, her Chenger is the eldest young master of the Sun family.

Sun Chengyi had a car accident, and their mother and son finally got a chance.

The medicine has not yet been approved abroad, and it will not be approved in a short time.

So, with Sun Chengyi, no one will find the problem.

And this medicine hurts nerves so badly. After a long time, Sun Chengyi will not live to be thirty years old.

When he officially moved into Sun's house, Jiang Lan was proud of it.

So, look, what can you do, no matter how great you are?

The last laugh, isn’t it the grandson of her mistress?

Jiang Lan almost forgets what Sun Chengyi’s voice is like.

However, at this time, the voice came so clearly into Jiang Lan's ears.

Jiang Lan.

It was as if the two words were mixed with some frost and snow, making Jiang Lan's hand pause in the air.

"In this family, it is not your turn to do anything to my wife." Sun Chengyi sat next to him, flipping through the book, and slowly speaking.

The sound of condensation, with great pressure, crushed Jiang Lan's last bit of courage little by little.

Raised hands, and finally fell silently.

In the next second, Jiang Lan adjusted his expression and turned to look at Sun Chengyi: "Cheng Yi, I am not angry, you know, I finally planted some flowers, Wen Ling is too naive. No matter what, you have to say hello to me, I..."

If it was in the past, Jiang Lan might not put Sun Chengyi in his eyes.

After all, this is a dying person, what are you afraid of?

But, last night, I had just been trained by Grandpa Sun, and I took off her last bit of shame.

She said it was Mrs. Sun, but she was actually just the mistress of Mr. Sun who lived with her son temporarily.

Because of this, Jiang Lan now dare not be too domineering, for fear that it will reach Grandpa Sun’s ears.

At this time, she seemed to be gentle with Sun Chengyi, but in fact she still wanted to put on her elder's score.

As a result, Sun Chengyi did not eat this set at all.

I didn’t eat it in my previous life, and I will never eat it in this life.

"Heh, Wen Ling, as the grandmother of the Sun family, has the right to deal with the things of the Sun family, including how to take care of the back garden, and you..." Sun Chengyi said this and looked up at Jiang Lan.

When his eyes were facing each other, Jiang Lan saw disdain and contempt in those cold eyes.

"It's just the mistress that Sun's family raises with money, also worthy?" Sun Chengyi quickly retracted his gaze, the rhythm of the book in his hand did not change, and his voice was cold and straightforward.

(End of this chapter)